A beetle fallen in the tub
Could not get out again,
I’d better lift him out, I thought,
Lest he go down the drain.

I saw him slide and slither
But his feet could get no grip…
The more he sought his own escape,
The more I saw him slip.

I knew I had to intervene
And sought for something fit,
But panicking, the beetle fled
And destiny was writ.

Was it my fate to mourn his loss
Or his to drown in muck?
We both of us had done our best
And both ran out of luck.

I really tried to catch the thing,
He ran… I was too late…
And down the drain he disappeared;
There’s no escaping Fate.

About Sue Vincent

Sue Vincent is a Yorkshire-born writer and one of the Directors of The Silent Eye, a modern Mystery School. She writes alone and with Stuart France, exploring ancient myths, the mysterious landscape of Albion and the inner journey of the soul. Find out more at France and Vincent. She is owned by a small dog who also blogs. Follow her at scvincent.com and on Twitter @SCVincent. Find her books on Goodreads and follow her on Amazon worldwide to find out about new releases and offers. Email: findme@scvincent.com.
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35 Responses to Fate…

  1. willowdot21 says:

    Oh! Too sad…. He might be a brilliant swimmer 😉💜

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  2. Oh you tried your best Sue! 🙂 x

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  3. Your delightful poem with the sad ending reminded me of a true story that has a happier ending. I hope you don’t mind:

    Once I saw an inchworm inching up
    Its near invisible thread beneath a tree
    So far its endeavors had gotten it no higher than my knee

    It clambered on in its steadfast way
    And I just stood and watched it climb
    Marveled at its endurance, its perseverance so sublime

    When it reached eye level it stopped suddenly
    Stiffened and hung dangling straight as a knife
    Had it climbed so far only to here before me lose its life?

    It had been an arduous climb
    And I’d wondered had it tired
    And now it appeared the inchworm had expired

    I didn’t expect this end
    didn’t know what to make of it
    then before my eyes the inchworm tensed- and shit

    The inchworm continued inching upwards
    And I just had to laugh
    At its active passing, relieved it hadn’t passed.

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  4. It’s so touching.Reminds me of some great opportunities in life that we hesitate to take and end up losing them.


  5. Ritu says:

    Somethings you just can’t change…!

    Liked by 1 person

  6. Poor little guy. At least you tried, and you did get a poem out of it. Maybe he’ll show up in the sink when you least expect him.

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  7. Fate indeed. He was fated to drown in your pipes and you were fated to have a beetle down your drown. A two-pronged fate?

    Liked by 1 person

  8. I admit I rescue bugs too, sometimes with good results, other times not.

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  9. Eliza Waters says:

    Oh dear… ya win some, ya lose some! 😉

    Liked by 1 person

  10. Beetles are good swimmers. I bet he’s doing the backstroke somewhere 😉

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  11. Widdershins says:

    I regularly rescue spiders from our bathtub, but I’m certain I don’t get ’em all. We have a tank-and-evaporation-pit system so if they can hold their breath until they get there there’s a slight chance of survival. 🙂

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  12. Erik says:

    What a beautiful image of that green beetle, Sue. As a kid, all I wanted for my sixth birthday was the complete 16-volume nature encyclopedia set from Audubon, so that I could look at all those cool insects (and sea creatures)—and memorize their scientific (Latin) names, of course.

    I always try to rescue my household “guests”; but, alas, every so often, the best of intentions go sideways. I like to imagine that drain-droppers are whisked away on a fun water slide ride and deposited safely somewhere on the other end of the pipe to continue their adventures.


    • Sue Vincent says:

      That would be a good end to the story, Erik.

      There is such amazing variety of colour, design and function in the small world of insects…they really are fascinating and often beautiful creatures.

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  13. A lovely rhyming verse poem, Sue. I must be honest, these are my favourite poems.


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